Strange Times

Every day I feel like I'm closer and closer to scratching the surface of what my life will become? For now the hot ticket is a Motorcycle. I've always thought that you feel most alive when you're going fast. And being on Joe's bike today out amongst the almond orchards and a blur of azure sky galloping past me, I felt so fucking alive! Like a radical beast, with no holds barred. I could stay on that ride forever. You know when everyone is worried about you and they tell you that it's a bad idea, it's probably pretty fucking awesome. I feel as though I just opened my first pack of Star Wars cards or got my first board. I'm getting a bike! Sorry Mom and Dad.